The Party

The Party

walking into the room

the buzz takes you

nothing but brain static

white noise

surrounded by dramatic vignettes

strolling through one production after another

like channel surfing

sitcoms, dramas, and love stories

overhearing tidbits

drifting in the air

pieces of conversation

mirthless canned laughter

emotional groping and groveling

something in the air is sticky

essence of estrogen and testosterone

makes you feel unclean

nobody even knew you were there

after you leave incognito

nothing is added

nothing is taken away

The Party was previously published by Nomad’s Choir.


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